Home

She got home after B was in bed and asleep but I'd promised B that she'd come give her a kiss the second she got home; which she did, of course. It gave me time to unpack her suitcase, sort her laundry into hand wash, delicates, and other things so I could wash them the next day. 

By then, she was back downstairs, hugging me. "I'm so glad to be home," she said.

"I'm so glad to have you home," I told her. "You look tired."

"It's late," she said, "I didn't sleep on the plane."

"You can go to bed," I said.

"We can go to bed," she said, "you promised tenderness."

I swallowed. "I was afraid you'd be too tired," I said.

"No, love, no," she said, "you promised, now come to bed with me."

She took off her dress, wore just a pink bra and pink panties. She was on the bed and my eyes went first to her breasts then between her legs. The panties were sheer enough that it was obvious.

"Emily," I whispered.

"I know, he left them kind of soiled," she said, slowly peeled them down until her feet were tangled with them. "Did you want to start with my feet or are these a distraction."

She held the panties with her toes, the sheer front was soiled, crusted, an obvious mixture of her and him. I leaned over, kissed and sucked her big toe, my nose pressed against her panties and I gasped at the strong, musky smell.

"I didn't sleep on the plane because I was thinking about this the whole time," she said. She arched her foot, the crotch of the panties moved so they were pressed against my mouth. "You'll have to hand wash these, too," she said.

I was sucking her toes through the panties, my tongue on the crotch, the mess. Her own juices were sweet, flowery, but the predominant taste was musky, salty, bitter, strong. "Oh, Emily," I moaned.

"Such a good girl," she said as I sucked her toes through the panties.

"May I..."

"Oh, my love, just be careful, I'm sore."

I moved up, was between her legs, giving her a tongue bath; the taste and smell were more pronounced and even more erotic than her panties. I licked her to orgasm over and over; I was tender as I licked her clean and she was the same, running her fingers through my hair.

That was all, just kisses on her body, licking her, reclaiming what was mine, yet what was his, too.